Silent Crown Chapter 187: 1 Let’s go back

"Misunderstanding?"

Ingmar sneered: "Isn't the intention in the melody just now the music theory of the abstinence school?"

"How is it possible?"

Abraham shook his head and said seriously: "I didn't teach him any battlefield music scores from the army, nor did I teach him any music for banned factions. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)

This, it can testify. "

Speaking, he lifted up his steel prosthesis and showed them the unbroken seal on it.

This is a permanent shackle imposed on him by the army. Unless he obtains royal permission and amnesty, Abraham will never bypass the contract.

"From beginning to end, all I taught him was the music theory of the apocalyptic school that I had mastered and the methods of interpreting ancient documents.

Ye Zi is a good student who makes people worry-free. He has a fast grasp of the ‘interpretation method’ and is very talented in the revelation faction.

I think he will be a good scholar in the future.

So, you may have misunderstood something. "

The almost straightforward argument belongs to Abraham's way of explaining what he has said, but the effect is good.

After all, everyone knows that this guy, who is almost blunt in interpersonal relations, is the least good at lying.

Ingmar's expression suddenly became more ugly.

The principal also stood up in silence and made up for Ingmar: "All of Abraham's lectures have been reported to me. The things he teaches are in compliance with the regulations of the college.

Ingmar, you don't need to target Abraham, don't involve personal grievances here. "

In the last sentence, he almost accused Ingmar of ignoring public and private, causing Ingmar's expression to change, forcibly squeezing out a smile, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Finally, he gave Abraham a cold look. There was a vague cold snort in his throat.

Interpretation method?

He already fully understood what Abraham did! That **** old bastard... He wants to train his students to be as heresy as himself!

A forbidden musician with the fur of apocalypse faction?

No, maybe more than...

What the guy said may really be right.

Even if he doesn't teach any music theory from any banned faction to his students, it doesn't matter if he doesn't give him any movement.

He has taught him the ‘Interpretation Method’ that includes all his experience and insights. Laid the foundation for him meticulously.

The rest, as long as he understands it by himself...

Just a little bit of guidance. He can comprehend and master the subsequent advancement on his own. It seems that the musicians of the Enlightenment faction, but under this disguise, are all absolutely forbidden factions!

And he is a killer musician who is not bound by any discipline or agreement.

A silent musician wandering outside the silent machinery?

That is simply a nightmare for all musicians!

Ingmar's eyes are getting colder and colder: In order to get ahead, will a guy who seems honest like this struggle? "

He clenched his fists and cursed in his heart:

One day, you will be sent to the gallows, Abraham!

Someday...

But the problem now is. How can the Eastern monster's near-reaping speed be brought to a halt?

Fortunately, the re-change of the illusion disrupted his second round of harvesting, otherwise there may be some consequences.

Now, in the conference room, the expressions of coaches from several colleges have become very ugly:

For hundreds of years since the establishment of the Royal Academy of Music, such ridiculous things have never happened before...

No one thought: that Oriental kid, the shame of the academy, turned out to be a monster in human skin.

In just a few minutes, he forcibly lowered the ratings of all graduating students this year!

In other words, this year's graduation assessment is in progress. It is destined that no one can get an evaluation above a!

If he continues...maybe all the graduates will be wiped out in the first round of trials!

"It won't work like this."

The bearded Yegor of the Change Academy frowned, and silently passed the secret words: "He must be stopped."

"Stop? How to stop?"

Ludwig, the coach of the Summoning Academy, couldn't help but smile, "We have no way to intervene in the Requiem barrier now. Besides, he has not cheated. Are we going to break the rules ourselves?"

Ingmar cut in, with a grim expression: "If we jointly question the fairness of this trial, it may not be impossible to stop it urgently."

"Don't be silly, just the three of us is not enough. Without the participation of the royal school coaches, the school committee can't exercise the veto power at all."

As an independent faction independent of the three major colleges, the Royal School undoubtedly occupies a major position in the Royal Academy of Music.

Although Thomas is a nobleman, he has always been too lazy to participate in these things. If it weren't for the principal to fire a chief forcibly last time. If he goes too far, he won't even participate in the school committee.

Besides. After teaching the closed disciple Gavin in recent years, he has decided not to bother with the college. Concentrated on his own chapter of destiny, ready to hit the scepter level.

If successful, then he will be the fourth saint since the birth of the academy, which is a great thing for the Royal School and Anglo.

If he were to be disturbed because of this kind of thing, I am afraid the three of them would face layers of criticism, and they would only be ashamed.

Hearing what they said, Ingmar couldn't help but snorted coldly, but asked, "Do you have a better way?

Should we let the shame of that academy continue to play around? "

Another round of disputes arose in the whisper channel, until finally, Ludwig interrupted their voices.

"Stop it!"

Ludwig glared at them and sent a message: "That Eastern kid has stopped."

"Stop it?"

Ingmar was taken aback and looked at the bird's-eye view in disbelief.

Yes, Ye Qingxuan really stopped. The points that had skyrocketed like a blowout were stuck at 9,700, and they stopped moving.

It's like I'm tired of this kind of trial without any challenge. At this moment, in the illusion that has turned into a border town, there is no longer any terrible meteor shower falling from the sky.

The evil omen disappeared.

All the graduates couldn't help but rush to tell each other. With tears streaming down his face: Although it was short just now, the ten minutes that was terrifying as **** is finally over!

"Really, it stopped..."

Ingmar stared at the wandering black spot on the map. Frowning, my mind is faint and a little disturbed:

"Is there something weird brewing again? What does he want to do?"

"I don't know." Yegor shook his head. Looks confused: "It looks like...what are you looking for?"

"What is he looking for?"

"Who knows."

Ludwig sighed, "But it's finally over, isn't it?"

Yes, this trial which was almost a ghost is finally coming to an end.

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Under the sunset, in the humble town, the streets are quiet.

It's like countless small towns that Ye Qingxuan has seen. Its soil is muddy, and there are chickens and ducks running around, but some chickens and ducks seem to be afraid of him, so they turned a road and ran far away.

The town is simple, with broken high walls, and there are still traces of fire remaining on it.

Under the sunset, cooking smoke rose from the low-rise houses of every family, and the air was filled with the smell of firewood and rice.

The sun in the evening was radiantly warm, shining on people, as if to dissipate all the unhappiness and gloom. It is brisk.

Ye Qingxuan wandered in the small town, and the students who he saw along the road were constantly stopping, asking them what. Some people shook their heads, some were at a loss, and some people turned their heads and pointed in a vague direction after thinking about it.

So Ye Qingxuan walked towards the square in the center of the town.

On the square, a group of children ran and played around, clutching simple toys or coaxing candies. There was mud all over his face and body, and he seemed to have played crazy.

In the middle of the group of children, a painted clown is dancing. While laughing happily, he talked about the shamisen in his hands. Singing a country tune.

"It rained heavily this morning, and the flowers fell on the ground.

What does it matter? We are happily together..."

"We walked together holding hands. We joked and sang to travel. Whether it was sun or rain, we were happy to be together~"

That song Ye Qingxuan remembers being Charles's favorite nursery rhyme. It seems to have been sung by him when he was drunk. It would make people feel peaceful and warm when singing it.

As if all the sadness disappeared and flew away.

"So you are here..."

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped in the distance, looking at the silver-haired girl with her back to her, she couldn't help but sigh softly:

In this long trial, he almost found the entire academy, but he couldn't find Bai Xi alone.

The mimicry of those graduates cannot be concealed by Ye Qingxuan, but he has nothing to do with this little girl.

He didn't expect that in this peekaboo, she turned out to be his biggest difficulty.

Now, she is sitting on the grass with her chin resting on her palm, in a daze.

Sometimes I look up and look at the children playing around, like awkward children, just looking at them from a distance, but looking forward to them.

Sometimes, Ye Qingxuan really feels that even if he finds a hundred girls who are exactly the same as Bai Xi, he can easily find her.

Because she will always be that out-of-group child.

Her eyes have always been like this: stubborn and stubborn, she likes to stare directly into people’s eyes, as if to see every lie you tell, not being polite, always making people dislike.

If you approach, she stays away.

If you scared her...she might never talk to you again.

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, walked over quietly, and stood beside her. Bai Xi looked away when he saw him.

Ye Qingxuan raised her hand, her shoulders trembled and her ground tightened.

He was stunned, the sense of accomplishment and pride in his heart disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

He scratched his hair and whispered:

"I have been looking for you for a long time."

"Hmm."

This is Bai Xi's low voice response after a long time.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and opened it in front of her.

"Let's go back together~IndoMTL.com~Bai Xi raised his head, looked at the palm of his hand, hesitated, and nodded slightly after a long time, "Yeah. "

She grabbed Ye Qingxuan's palm and let him pull herself up from the ground, slapping the dirt and dust on her body.

Finally, the broken headband was tied back to the messy hair again, looking a little naive and ridiculous.

But it's more like a little girl.

She let Ye Qingxuan take him by the hand and set off on the way home.

"In the future, I will lose my temper and run away again." Ye Qingxuan suddenly said softly, "If I can't find you, I will be very angry."

"I see."

Bai Xi lowered his head and kicked him gently: "Long-wind..." (to be continued)

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